A guitar player who can write a mean riff on the go has more innate understanding of the movements and flows of energy and magic than the most well-read philosopher on the matter. One is but a historian, or custodian, of knowledge until they have learnt to practically implement said knowledge into the real. You're such a powerful magician? Then write a magical song. Sing an enchanting tune that could turn the hearts of kings. Make a cold-blooded murderer cry tears of penitence. You can't? Do you then truly understand your craft? One must be humbled by their knowledge. All true knowledge has a humbling effect. The fool hoards information - it is never transmuted into knowledge. The master turns knowledge into experience - allows it to teach him through continued application. Trial. Error. Imperfection and terror. Until gnosis is achieved. Oh yes, even the dead can be made to move. Entranced by the magician's dance. Old bones jive, and sway, and groove. Summoned by a simple tune. Tu, tu, tu. Tu, tu, tu.